Chapter 262: Incest Accommodations with Mom
byHeyAll©
Grace spent nearly 20 minutes arguing with the front desk manager. Because of overbooking, her hotel reservation had been canceled and she was left without a room.
"I'm scheduled to speak here tomorrow! I specialize in treatments and preventions for an array of new viruses spreading around the globe. How could this happen to me?"
Sure, there were probably other rooms at nearby hotels. But she needed a room at this hotel. It was the same building where the big Medical Convention was being held and she had been added as a guest speaker on short notice.
"There's nothing we can do," the manager said with the deepest compassion. "We are simply over-booked at the moment. On a personal note, I truly appreciate the type of work that you do. It's a great service to society and I feel awful about this situation."
The lobby was packed and Grace was infuriated that so many people were getting their rooms, but she was being denied hers. Panic was sinking in and a part of her regretted accepting the last minute invitation.
"Thank you, but you have to understand," Grace pleaded. "I absolutely NEED to stay at this hotel. I've brought a lot of model objects and pamphlets with me. Hauling them around would be a major hassle. I mean, just look at this!"
She gestured over to her son, a college biology major who stood beside a cart full of their luggage along with other large containers. This was supposed to be Grace's opportunity to show her son what it was like to be at the forefront of medical research.
The desperate plea seemed to have worked somehow. She noticed a sudden shift in the manager's demeanor, as if sympathy had been the key all along, or maybe it was something else?
"We may have a special accommodation," the manager said after a moment of reflection. "Is your son 18 years of age?"
"He's 20," Grace replied, wondering about the relevance of this.
"Follow me."
They all went over to the side of the front desk area, while other attendees of the big event were checking in to their rooms. The manager pulled out a pamphlet, and while speaking in a hushed tone, explained the unusual circumstance of the top floor.
"Our CEO has an interest in certain vices and perhaps you can take advantage of it. Look at this top floor suite. Our finest room. You can stay for free, provided you meet the strict guidelines listed here."
Grace and her son huddled to look at the pamphlet. Everything about it seemed vague, but the main points seemed clear.
"What do you think?" she asked her son.
Robert looked it over. "It looks like a great opportunity. Why not?"
Together, they looked over the heading along with the main points of whatever this was.
A MOM/SON SPECIAL
-- The top floor was reserved for mothers and sons only.
-- Five Star accommodations in all aspects.
-- 24 hour room service for lubricants, towels, and cleaning.
-- No doors on any room. It was unclear what that meant.
-- Sharing is encouraged in the suits, pool, and sauna. No explanation what 'sharing' meant.
-- $400 per night.
"And this is free?" Graced clarified with the manager. "This offer is quite pricey. I'm not sure what to think of this."
The manager nodded. "I'll give you free accommodations because I deeply respect the kind of medical work that you're doing. I also think you'll fit right in, granted, you must fulfill the terms of the agreement."
Looking at the pamphlet once again, Grace relished the idea of staying in a suite like that. Being overworked these last few years had taken its toll on her. A luxury room could be exactly what she needed.
"We'll take it," she said with a wide smile, forgetting all the drama that had previously unfolded.
"Wonderful! But to be clear, you do understand the nature of this hotel experience, don't you?"
Grace playfully scoffed. "The mom/son thing? Forget it. Robbie is my best friend. I've taken him with me for other events around the country, and twice to Europe. We know how to share a room. No problem."
"Excellent. Give me a moment and I'll personally get you settled in."
When the manager went behind the front desk to book the room, Grace gave an excited thumbs up to her son, wondering if this was too good to be true.
"It's a great sign," she said, then lowering her voice so other hotel guests wouldn't hear them. "It's incredible how fast luck can change. I mean, did you see those pictures? Breathtaking."
Robert tried not to laugh. "I don't think you understood."
"What do you mean?"
"I could be wrong, but it seems... weird. Are you sure you don't get what this is all about?"
"Tell me what you're thinking," she said.
"The title of this promotion is 'Mom/Son Special.' Come on, what do you think that means?"
She shook her head, laughing. "Have you lost your mind? This is a classy hotel. Stop thinking dirty things."
"I know, I could be wrong. But the manager was filled with innuendo like he was afraid to explain all the stuff in public. Think about it."
"Again, stop with the dirty mind. The manager providing this room is a thoughtful gesture."
"Yeah, an event with no doors."
"That can't be literal," she reasoned. "Of course there's going to be doors on the rooms."
That manager returned, handed them the keycards for general use around the hotel, and snapped his fingers so that an employee would come and push the cart. They went towards the elevator and headed up to the top floor.
A few minutes later, the elevator door opened, and before anyone could leave, the manager blocked access to the hallway by just standing there.
The manager cleared his throat. "This floor has been specifically renovated for mom/son purposes. It's a romantic getaway for like-minded couplings. We couldn't do this in the main lobby, but here, I'll require proof of cultural fit."
Grace looked at her son, who had been right all along. This floor was specifically renovated for incest! Her relief over the new room had vanquished, and her dismay for being roomless had now returned. Was she supposed to turn down this offer and fend for herself at another hotel? It would mean that she and her son would have to carry these big boxes back and forth for the convention.
Or... she could just go along with it.
"Oh, that, I know what you meant," she fibbed, laughing it off. "Trust me, this doesn't bother us at all. In fact, we'll feel right at home here."
"Rules of the hotel, ma'am. You'll need to tongue-kiss your son right now for verification."
The manager stood there with a non-judgmental look on his face, but there was no mistaking it, the man meant business. He was adamant about doing his job correctly and with proper procedures.
Looking at her son, she knew that Robert didn't want to leave this hotel either. So she took the initiative and stepped towards her son, grabbing him, and she threw her arms around him. Pressed together, Grace grabbed her son around the neck and planted a strong kiss on his lips. Their mouths meshed together in the most unholy of ways.
Her tongue went to a place she never thought it would ever go; into her son's mouth. She tasted her son's warm saliva. Surprisingly, she felt her son's lips press against hers in return. Equally as surprising, she felt her son's tongue returning fire. This was a real kiss between them.
The moment she felt a tingling sensation between her legs, Grace knew this had to end. She broke the kiss, unable to look her son in the eyes. Then she turned towards the manager and forced herself to smile.
"Proof enough?" she asked with a perk, and a false confidence.
"Thank you kindly. Right this way."
They were guided down the hallway and Grace was still too embarrassed to look at her son. Robert didn't say anything either. As advertised, there weren't any doors to any of the rooms. The keycards were for billing purposes. It was a bizarre sight, seeing a hotel hallway with no doors.
She heard moaning sounds coming from a room up ahead. She did her best not to look as they approached. But as she was just outside that room, she took a quick peek and saw it; a mature naked woman was bent over a bed, with a young stud behind her, pounding her hard.
It took Grace's breath away as they kept walking down the hall. Was that an actual mother/son? Or was this some fantasy roleplay? It had to be a roleplay, she figured. There's just no way this was real. But then again, why was she made to kiss her own son on the mouth?
Another question swirled in her mind; would anyone look inside HER room? The thought made Grace shiver with great discomfort. She was a woman who deeply valued privacy. God only knows how many perverts will try to peek inside her room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked or wishing she'd be fucking her son.
They made it to her room. No door. But the inside of the room was beyond gorgeous. The quality was five-stars and unlike any place she had ever stayed before. The manager explained all the luxuries and benefits while the employee unloaded everything.
After everything was explained to them and the manager was ready to leave, all that was left was the paper on the table.
"This is the schedule for mornings, afternoons, and nights. If you are in this hotel room during these times, then you are required to participate. Each room has different schedules. It keeps things lively at all times. Does this make sense?"
"Perfectly," she said with another false smile.
"Room service will check on you periodically, and if you're not performing as the schedule states, then you'll be asked to leave. It's harsh, but the romantic and erotic environment are what people are paying for."
After profusely thanking the manager for the free room, he left, and Grace turned to her son with the most baffled expression.
***
"What have we done?" Grace whispered, mindful that there was no door and no privacy.
They were both sitting on their respective side of the large bed. They could hear sounds of people having sex outside. They also had their schedule on the bed after reading it over to make sure it was real.
"I guess we're screwed," he quipped.
"Very funny."
He looked at the paper again. "Seriously, we are. According to this, I'm supposed to screw you from behind in the bathroom, while you're facing the mirror. Then tomorrow morning, you're supposed to give me a blowjob while I sit by the window. Oh, and the curtains have to open."
"Robbie!" she hollered, before quieting herself. "Watch your language. I've never heard you talk like that before."
"Sorry. I'm only reading what this says."
Sinking deeper into the bed, Grace was totally relaxed. The car ride was four hours and tomorrow would be one of the biggest days of her life. She needed this rest. She needed a hotel of this quality and convenience.
"What are we going to do?" she complained. "This bed is amazing. This room is amazing. If we have to stay at a different hotel I'd be so sad."
"Can we stay at a different hotel and leave our boxes with your colleagues here?"
"Not practical," she replied, having already thought about it. "My schedule is different from my colleagues."
"Hmm. We could... you know..."
"No, I don't know. Tell me."
Robert gestured to the paper. "We could try and fake what's on this schedule. You know, make it look like we're doing it."
"How are we supposed to fake having sex or doing a blowjob? Jesus, now I'm the one using foul language."
They laughed at the absurdity and she sunk deeper into the cushy bed. At her age, a late-afternoon nap was always in order. She closed her eyes, still smiling from the ludicrous conversation, and fell asleep to the sound of people having sex in the distant background.
*
She woke up and it was almost 5 pm. Robert was napping beside her. When she gently got off the bed, Robert woke up. She needed a shower and there wasn't even a door for the bathroom.
"Wait here, okay?" she said, heading over to the luggage. "I'm taking a quick shower. Watch tv if you want."
"Sure."
Laying there, Robert grabbed the remote control and watched tv while Grace selected a new outfit for herself. Looking at the bathroom with the door removed was just plain odd. But she had to keep reminding herself that this accommodation was free.
"By the way," Robert said before she went into the bathroom. "It's time for you-know-what. An employee could stop by and check on us."
"Possibly. But I don't think that a provision like that would be enforceable. They won't kick us out."
"You were wrong about all that other stuff, though."
Still slightly groggy, she shrugged. "If the employees want, they can take a peek at my naked body in the shower. That should fulfill our weird obligation for this room."
Ending the conversation, she went inside the bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the big day tomorrow. Giving speeches always gave her the jitters. It would be the first time she had ever spoken at a major convention and she was extra nervous.
After a few minutes, she finished. Water dripped down her body in the tub and she pulled her wet hair back.
"Mom, mom," Robert called out from the bedroom.
"Yes?" she asked, wiping the water from her face.
"There's a room service lady providing towels and stuff from a cart. She's holding a clipboard, too. She's almost here."
"That's probably not good."
"What should we do?" he asked.
"Hang on."
Acting fast, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to quickly dry herself. Her hair was still wet but she had already squeezed some of the water out. Keeping this free hotel accommodation was now her top priority. With the towel fastened around her chest, she approached her son in the bedroom to formulate a plan.
They were both about to say something, but instead, they remained silent while a voice in the hallway grabbed their attention.
"Oh! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"
"Do you think they're really mom/son?" Robert asked. "Because clearly, that sounds like a woman, you know..."
Grace finished the sentence. "Taking it up the butt. Yikes. Wow. Well, can you check the hallway again? Maybe room service already left."
She stood still while Robert rushed over to the hallway to peek, then swiftly returned with bad news.
"She's coming," he said in a frenzy. "I saw her going into the other room bringing towels and small bottles. Should we pretend we're doing the schedule?"
"You mean, you want to pretend to have sex with me?"
Even with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her body, Grace still had the ability to assert maternal dominance over her son. But as she stood there with her hands on her hips, after scolding her son over the mere suggestion, she knew it was the best option.
"Forget it, you're right," Robert said, as if coming to his senses.
She huffed. "Actually, let's do it. If we get kicked out of this hotel for not following the rules, then we'd really have a problem."
There was a sudden shift in Robert's demeanor and Grace noticed it immediately. Her son had tensed a little and his eyes grew bigger. She understood this could be exciting for any young man, mom or not. And she couldn't fault her son for getting a kick out of doing something like this.
"What should we do then?" he asked. "I'm open to whatever you want."
Thinking fast, she grabbed her son by the wrist and pulled him into the bathroom. It was still kind of steamy, but the mirror was clear and the lights were bright. The request on the schedule was raunchy. The hotel wanted the mother to be bent over the bathroom counter, facing the mirror, while the son would be fucking her from behind; ass or pussy.
When she actually bent over the bathroom counter, things turned serious. Her forearms were on the counter and her face was just inches away from the mirror. She heard her son gasp from this salacious pose.
Then she reached behind with one hand and lifted the bottom side of her towel to reveal the lower-half of her ass. Looking at the mirror, she saw the look of shock on her son's face. Perhaps she had lifted the towel a little too high and he saw too much of her ass?
"Pretend to grind against me," she said, resting both forearms on the counter. "Pull the front of your shorts down, but obviously I don't want you going inside me."
"How bare should we make this?"
"All the way, bare. But don't go inside me."
At this point, she couldn't bring herself to look at her son's reflection in the mirror anymore. It was just so awkward. It was unlike anything they had ever done before, and they had gone traveling together for many years.
The sound of her son pulling his shorts down made Grace shiver, but she remained firm. Then she felt her son's pubic hairs and crotch pressing against her bare butt. She felt her son's penis graze against her labia as they simulated sex.
"You can move a little closer," she said, wiggling her hips when she felt that her son was pressed enough. "We have to make this realistic."
"Okay, got it."
Listening to orders, Robert pressed his crotch harder and Grace felt the cock glide against her labia once again. Only now, the cock was hard! She struggled with the emotions that came with her son's long shaft curving upwards on her labia, but this was the price she had to pay for the room. Nothing is ever free, as it turns out.
Keeping her head down, she told her son, "Let's hold this seriously awkward position until we're being inspected."
They waited there for what felt like a few minutes. Grace tried to block out the intimate and uncomfortable nature of this hold. But that was impossible. The fact was, her son's erection remained against her labia and it only seemed to get harder. Without a doubt, her son was enamored by this intimate contact. And if she were honest with herself, so was she.
"I hear someone coming," he whispered.
She whispered back, "Pretend we're doing something."
"Room service," a female voice called out.
"We're in here," Robert replied.
Looking at the mirror, Grace saw the mind-boggling image of her makeup-free face with her wet hair slicked back. Robert was behind her, thrusting gently. Her body was rocking back and forth from the motions. Down below, she felt her son's erection rubbing across her labia -- occasionally stroking her clitoris -- and if this continued, she knew she'd cum.
A busty hispanic woman entered the bathroom holding towels with one hand, and a clipboard in the other hand. The woman was unphased by this act of incestuous pleasure. Presumably, she had already seen it all on this particular floor.
Putting the towels down on the counter, right beside Grace, the room service attendant held the clipboard in hand to do an inspection. The attendant knelt down and examined Grace's body.
"Nudity from a mother is required," the room service attendant said.
Without warning, the room service attendant pulled Grace's towel away, leaving her butt naked while her son thrusted at her backside. The woman expertly folded the towel and placed it on the counter alongside the clipboard.
Then the attendant knelt down again, as if being a building inspector or a health code professional, and examined the depth of penetration.
"It's not inside," the woman said. "Let's try this again."
Grace kept her face forward, her eyes looking at her naked reflection in the mirror, as she saw the room service woman touching her son's dick, guiding it towards her pussy. She was about to be fucked!
The attendant's hands put the dick inside Grace's pussy and all she could do was gasp and enjoy it. She surrendered completely to her son's erection and to room service. Her pussy was wet and entry was easy. Looking in the mirror, she saw the attendant keeping a close eye on the incestuous fucking to make sure that everything was properly done and legitimate.
Her body rocked back and forth on the counter. She was determined to keep this going because she knew that the room service attendant was all-business. There would be no messing around. No acts of fraud. It had to be the real deal, and this was as real as it gets.
"You two are new here," the woman said, writing notes on the clipboard. "I'll make sure the cream pie is complete,"
Oh god, she thought. Grace kept a straight face as the pressure mounted and the pleasure grew. If this were any other man, she'd be moaning and crying from the hard thrusts. It felt amazing. But she didn't want to ruin her relationship with her son. She couldn't let her son know that his cock felt magnificent in her pussy. But then again, Robert probably already knew that, given the wetness of her sex.
Her toes curled onto the floor as she was cumming. Her teeth gritted and her eyebrows arched, as her face twisted. This was the first time she had ever seen her own face while cumming from sex, and it was embarrassing to watch. She looked up at Robert's reflection, seeing nothing but pleasure from him.
She clenched her jaw when she came, and about the same time, she felt Robert filling her pussy with cum. If this was the price of being able to use this special hotel room, then it was a necessity, no matter how much it pained her to get fucked by her son. Or was it even pain at all?
They both relaxed after a while, with her pussy filled to the brim with hot cum. A fresh, cum-cocktail.
"This is excellent," the woman said, taking a final round of notes. "Be sure to check the schedule for tomorrow morning. We have a special event planned in the pool area for everyone."
Grace and Robert 'thanked' the woman for everything, even though they had been practically forced into doing this.
When the cock plopped out of her pussy, the room service attendant used Grace's wet towel to wipe their cum away. She did Robert first, giving his flaccid cock a quick rub down. Then she used the clean side of the towel to wipe around Grace's thighs, labia, and she caught any excess cum from her hole.
The woman took the dirty towel and left, as if this were another simple day at work. Grace was dumbfounded and naked from what just happened.
"Oh my god," she said, using her forearm to cover her pink nipples, and her other hand to cover her pussy. "What have we done?"
Robert tucked his dick away. "Let's pretend this never happened."
"Good idea. Yes. We'll pretend this never happened and I expect you to never bring this up again."
"I know," he nodded.
"Do you mind waiting outside? I need another quick rinse. Then we'll go out for dinner."
When Grace had the bathroom to herself, she went inside the shower, bent down, and used the moveable showerhead to rinse her pussy clean. Mystified, she saw a few globs of her son's thick white cum flowing out of her pussy and going down the drain.
***
By the time it was morning, Grace had almost become used to the periodic peeks of strangers, mostly young men, who were hoping to see some sexual action from them. Disappointed, they'd just say 'hello' then leave. There were a few 'normal' and prim mature women who struck brief conversations with her, which was pleasant.
When it was 7:21 a.m., Grace stood in front of the mirror, examining her reflection while wearing a sharp outfit; dark slacks, a cream colored blouse, and a blazer to finish things off. She was still barefoot on the carpet as she took deep breaths to ease her nerves, while simultaneously going over her big presentation in her mind.
There was also the inescapable fact that she had been fucked by her son. She had to give credit to Robert for not bringing it up again, as promised, but how long would that last? She knew that at some point they'd need to have a real heart-to-heart conversation about the intense sexual experience they had shared.
She also had a tough time getting over the fact that Robert had seen her butt naked as well, something she had successfully avoided for all these years.
As if on cue, Robert came back to their hotel room after going on an expedition in the hallway a few minutes earlier. It was only normal that a strapping young man like himself would be curious about taboo sexual adventures, she thought.
"Mom... you have to see this," Robert said with a bewildered expression.
"What is it? Just tell me. My presentation starts at 9 am."
He shook his head. "Trust me, you have to see this."
Grace's interest was piqued because her son was typically very calm and it took a lot to phase him in any way. If anything had Robert spooked, it must have been something truly salacious. Now she had to see it.
She went barefoot as they ventured down the hallway. Unlike previous times, there weren't any sounds of people having sex. But there were a few sounds of water splashing and some light-hearted banter. Whatever had Robert startled, it must have been something juicy, she thought to herself as they walked briskly.
"Look over there," Robert said, gesturing towards the pool area, which also didn't have a door.
Grace looked at the pool and her heart nearly stopped. There was a row of 5 young men, college-aged, all completely naked, laughing and joking amongst themselves while sitting on the edge of the pool.
A row of mature, naked women were standing in the pool, with their heads buried in the crotches of the young men, bobbing upwards and downwards. When their heads were up, there was a clear view of erect penises pointed towards their mouths. When their heads went down, the cocks would disappear in their mouths and into their throats. Their lips remained tight the entire time.
It was a real life mom/son blowjob-fest. Her heartbeat rose and soon it was pounding. She watched the women suck with joy and enthusiasm, while listening to the banter of pleasure from the young men.
"My mom has the advantage here. Look at her cheeks!"
"Your mom doesn't deepthroat. My mom goes all the way."
"Gentlemen, it's all about the lips and tongue. If you're nice, maybe I'll share my mother, but that's highly unlikely."
The young men were playfully competitive as the moms tended lovingly to the cocksucking. It was a mesmerizing vision that was beyond anything that could be seen in a porn. Not only was this an oral orgy, but Grace knew this was true incest. Call it maternal instinct, but she felt a powerful energy that only mothers could feel.
"Let's go," she said softly, not wanting to alert anyone of their spying.
They headed back to their room and Grace found herself having trouble walking. Her pussy was drenched and she was confronted with the stark reality that mom/son couplings were her new favorite fetish.
As fate would have it, a room service attendant was pushing a cart down the hall for morning services. This time, their room was next and now they had to perform once again.
Grace considered getting her wallet and handing the attendant a few hundred dollars in cash to avoid reporting them. But would that really work? Surely the woman wouldn't jeopardize her job.
"Do you think she'll let us slide?" Grace asked her son.
"After what we just saw? This place is serious business."
Before stepping into their room, she took a moment to gather her thoughts. The bathroom fuck they shared yesterday earned them a restful night at the hotel and brought them closer than ever before.
If they were exposed as frauds now, and potentially asked to leave, Grace's entire mindset for her medical presentation would be ruined. She was a woman who needed total focus for things like speeches and presentations. She needed to be 100% and the only way to do that is with peace of mind.
She held her son's hand. "Do what I ask and hopefully this will all be over soon. Today is a big day for me and I can't afford any mistakes. Okay?"
"Got it."
The room service attendant was coming to their room next. Grace went to the window of their room to pull the curtains open. There was a view of the busy downtown street and nearby office buildings had direct views into their room.
She pulled a chair towards the window and practically pushed her son to sit on it.
"Pull your pants down," she said with authority. "Everything down."
Robert was shocked. "Are you literally sticking with the schedule?"
"Hopefully the room service attendant will leave after changing the towels."
"But the schedule calls for..."
"A blowjob by the window," she huffed. "I know what it says. Now hurry."
Robert pulled everything down to his ankles, exposing a penis that was clearly excited from the poolside show they had seen moments earlier. From the newfound exposure to mom, Robert's cock grew fully erect.
She sighed, "We should have probably gone to a different hotel. Oh well, we've already come this far."
Dropping to her knees, her bare feet arched on the floor and her toes dug into the carpet. It was the perfect submissive pose for her very own son of all people. Taking the plunge, she used one hand to grab her son's balls, and another hand to grab the shaft.
She refused to make eye contact as she opened her mouth and swooped down to suck her son's dick. Robert's body jerked instantly and Grace pressed her forearms down to stop him from moving. While sucking, she prayed that the attendant would come, check on them, and leave to the next room. It seemed like a longshot as they were a new couple in that area.
"Oh god," he moaned.
Curiosity got the better of her while sucking and she had to see what reaction her mouth was having on her son. Peeking upwards, she saw Robert's face in a state of ecstasy. It was an expression she had never seen from her son, despite all the happiness he had in his life. Robert was someone who was popular, occasionally scored the winning goals in high school sports games, and won a few prestigious academic prizes. The young man was a stud.
It filled Grace's heart with a perverse sense of twisted pride that her mouth gave her son more pleasure than any of those major achievements. She sucked and slurped even harder to see what else she could do to him. Sure enough, Robert leaned back in the chair and his eyes almost rolled back as well.
Her panties were now ruined.
There was knocking near the entrance.
"Room service," the attendant said.
Grace let the cock plop out of her mouth. "You can just leave the towels there. We're almost done."
"Okay lovebirds, I understand. Let me make sure all the supplies in the room are up to par. I'm sure you two incestuous lovers have made quite a mess."
Still in the kneeling position, Grace waited for the woman to leave, but the woman just took her time tending to minor duties around the room. It was pointless to wait and she didn't want to raise suspicions.
And as she looked at her son's aching cock, she didn't want to disappoint her son either. She went back to sucking while the attendant performed duties around the room. Her son moaned and squirmed. It was an insane arousal doing this while another woman was in the same room, who occasionally watched the blowjob as if it was part of the inspection.
Grace also had to wonder if anyone in the adjacent office building was seeing this with the curtains so wide open. It was a surreal titillation of epic proportions. She'd be mortified if anyone saw this from across the street. Especially since she was wearing a new pair of slacks, her best blouse, and her favorite blazer. She was dressed for success with her son's dick in her mouth.
From the hallway and doorless entrance, she heard it:
"Whoa, check out the new mom," a young man said.
"Now that's some true love cocksucking right there."
"Beautiful outfit," one mom said, presumably to another mom. "I wonder if she's part of that medical convention they have downstairs?"
The other mom replied. "It wouldn't surprise me. Doctors work so much that they need stress relief however they can. Even if it means giving a blowjob to her son. More power to her."
Grace's face turned beet red as the couples passed by and saw her performing this unholy sexual act on her son. But despite the shame and humiliation, she somehow became even more turned on. A fire burned inside her. She needed to finish this as soon as possible so she could go down to the center and check-in for the event.
She stroked and stroked. Sucked and sucked. Her hand and mouth had never worked with such unison. And her suction? She was sure that she could seal a bag with the way she was sucking on her son's dick.
"Oh fuck, mom... mom!"
Her lipstick was ruined when Robert exploded into her mouth. The first shot of cum flew down her throat. The second shot hit the top of her mouth. The rest coated her tongue and the walls of her mouth. It overflowed. The excess dripped from her lips, creating a beautiful smear of her carefully applied makeup.
She looked at her son again. Robert looked like he just finished a gym workout, breathing heavy and sweating. His eyes were wide as saucers.
"All done," the attendant said. "I'll be leaving now. Beautiful blowjob, by the way. I love how much you love your son. Have a great day."
"You too," she said with a forced, cummy smile, realizing that she had white globs across her lips and some on her front teeth.
The attendant walked away and Grace was left with a messy mouthful, still in awe over how carried away she got from sucking. She gulped and swallowed a few times to clear her mouth, as spitting would have been insulting to her son. Then she stood up and used the back of her hand to wipe away the remaining fluids around her lips and chin.
"We definitely came to the right hotel," he joked after the amazing relief.
"I'll rinse my mouth, then you use the shower. I need to go have breakfast before the convention starts. But then again, you came so much that I'm mostly full with your protein and nutrients."
"All natural, too. You did get a lot from me."
She smiled genuinely. "Time to get serious. Let's go."
Grace went to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth clean of the delicious, creamy flavor so her breath wouldn't smell like cum. When she went over to the luggage, she noticed a small audience of men across the street wearing suits. From their office, the men had surely watched her sucking cock while having their morning coffee.
At that point, she was done with being shamed and humiliated. Her pussy was wet and she could still taste her son's cum in her mouth.
Reaching down, Grace lifted her blouse, yanking up her bra along the way. She flashed her bare breasts and pink nipples to the voyeuristic businessmen across the street. This was her way of letting go. Her way of coming to grips with her sexuality, of being a son-fucker and son-cocksucker. Frankly, this was better than coffee and now she felt super-charged with energy.
Finished, she fixed her outfit for the medical convention.
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